Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1887-05-14
HEART'S-EASE.
A Sermon Preached by the Rev. T
Dewitt Talmage.

BROOKLYN, May Sat the Tabernacle
this morning the Rev. T. Dewitt Tai
mage, D. D., gave notice of the annual
pilgrimage of his congregation which,
this year, will be to Marthas Vineyard
Mass. 1t will begin July and end July
z. DR.. Talmage will preach at Martha's
Vineyard on July 3 and deliver an ora
ton on the Fourth. Congregational
singing at the Tabernacle is led by a cor
net and organ. A boy choir chants twice
during the service. The hymn sung by
the congregation this morning begins
Son of my soul, thou Saviour dear
1t is not night if Thou be near.
DR.. Talmages text was: "And His dis
ciples went and told Jesus" Matthew
xiv. 10. He said:
An outrageous assassination had just
taken place. To appease revengeful
woman King Herod ordered the death of
that noble, self-sacrifcing Christian,
John the Baptist. The group of the dis
ciples were thrown into grief and dismay.
They felt themselves utterly defenseless.
There was no authority to which they
could appeal, and yet grief must always
find expression. If there be no human
ear to hear it then the agonized soul will
cry it aloud to the winds and the woods
and the waters. But there was an ear
that was willing to listen. There is a
tender pathos, and at the same time a
most admirable picture, in the words of
my text: "They went and told Jesus"
He could understand all their grief, and
He Immediately soothed it. Our burdens
are not more than half so heavy to carry
if another is thrust under the other end
of them. Here we find Christ, His brow
Swallowed with grief, standing amid the
group of disciples, who, with tears, and
violent gesticulations, and wringing of
hands, and cutlery of bereavement, are
expressing their woe. Raphael, with his
skillful brush putting upon the wall of a
palace some scene of sacred story, gave
not so skillful stroke as when the plain
hand of the evangelist writes: "They went
and told Jesus"
The old Goths and Vandals once came
down upon Italy from the north of
Europe, and they upset the gardens, and
they broke down the affairs, and swept
away everything that was good and beau
tiful. So there is ever and anon in the
history of all the sons and daughters of
our race an incursion of rough-handed
troubles that come to plumber and ran
sack and put to the torch all that men
highly prize. THERE'S no cave so deeply
cleft into the mountains as to allow us
shelter, and the foot of the tleetest courser
cannot bear us beyond the quick pursuit.
The arrows they put to the string fly with
unerring dart, until we fall pierced and
stunned.
feel that bring to you most appro-
pirate message. | mean to bind up all
your griefs into bundle, and set them
on fire with spark from Gods altar
The same prescription that cured the
sorrow of the disciple will cure all your
heart-aches. | have read that when God
frey and his army marched out to cap
ture Jerusalem, as they came over the
hills, at the first flash of the pinnacles of
that beautiful city, the army that had
marched in silence lifted shout that
made the earth tremble. O, soldiers of
Jesus Christ, marching on toward Heaven,
| would that to-day, by some CLEAN from
the palace of Gods mercy and Gods
oticuStH, YOU ullSuI bc llltcu IltO SICdI
rejoicing, and that before this service is
ended you might raise one glad hosanna
to the Lord
In the first place, I commend the be-
havior of these disciples to all those in
this audience who are sinful and I'M
pardoned. There comes time in almost
every mans history when he feels from
some source that he has an erring ma
ture. The thought may not have such
heft as to fell him. 1t may be only like
flash in an evening cloud just after a
very hot summer day. One man to
get rid of that impression will go
to prayer; another will stimulate him
self by ardent spirits, and another man
will dive deeper in secularities. But
sometimes man cannot get rid of these
impressions. The fact is, when man
finds out that his eternity is poised upon
perfect uncertainty, and that the next
moment his foot may slip, he must do
something to make himself forget where
he stands, or else fly for refuge.
If there are any ere who have re-
solved that they would rather die of this
awful cancer of sin than to have the
Heavenly Surgeon cut it out, let me say,
my dear brother, you mingle for yourself
n bitter cup. You fly in the face OF You.
everlasting interests. You crouch under
yoke and you bite the dust, when, this
moment, you might rise up a crowned
conqueror. Driven and perplexed and
harassed as you have been by sin, go and
tell Jesus. To relax the grip of death
from your soul, and plant your unshack-
eled feet upon the golden throne, Christ
let the tortures of the bloody mount
transfix Him. With the beam of his
own cross He will break down the door
of your dungeon. From the thorns
of His own crown He will pick
enough gems to make your brow blaze
with eternal victory. In every tear
on on His white cheek in every gssm .r Of
of laceration from shoulder to shoulder !;
in the graYe.shattering, HeaYen-storm-